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Looking for Freedom

Poem   Where is it that I’ll find my place? It isn’t here, in front of your face Which I’ve tried to please with effortless grace And the kind of care that you can’t...

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I Will Resist

Poem   When you try to encroach my freedom, I will resist. When you try to control my reasons, I will resist. When you dismiss my voice, I will shout out my right. When...

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Another Tired Awakening

I had just put together the disembodied alien when the radio sounded. American Authors sings “this is gonna be the best day of my life…” I slap the off switch. Lying in bed, in...

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irrequieto

Poem when you place a hand on your heart or hear the buzzing in your ears when your eyes shut still move or the air escapes what do you do? irrequieto the landscape doesn’t...

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Exorcism

It snarled. I closed my eyes and sighed, Here we go again. How had it lived this long? This beast, this BEAST, This shape-shifting demon. Lured by its advent charm- Its warm, disarming demeanor-...

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A September Insomnial Evening

Another sip of hot, honey-sweetened chamomile tea. More clock ticks, and the hum of the refrigerator. Soft light from the new stainless-steel ceiling fan illuminates both the walls’ yellow eggshell finish and the golden...

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Holly’s Party

Short Story   Brian picked me up everyday. I waited at the south entrance with Evan and Quinn. Brian didn’t have a sixth hour so he would go home first and then come get...

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The Andaman Sea

Poem My azure lover Languid and sanguine I gave myself to you I was a temple and a shrine but there was no need to pray The heavens opened up before me, and I...

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Snowy Path

On the snowy path there’s nothing, only silence, no love, no hate, nothing that reminds us of what was, what will come, was it warm, will it burn… On the snowy path there’s nothing...

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Strange Sorrow

Lessons prepared. Other work will wait. I enjoy the rest of a relaxing day with the family: football, phone calls, the great outdoors. Even Syfy! Still, an uneasiness arises, like the phantom prick of...